Sister looks up at him with wide eyes, searching his face for any sign that he truly means what he's saying. A shiver runs down her spine as she feels the weight of their newfound knowledge pressing against her. "I don't know... I mean, I still am your sister, right?" She whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their rapid heartbeats.

Her fingers dig into his sides, clinging to him as if she needs physical contact to ground herself in this strange new reality they find themselves in.

Sister nods slowly, her grip on him loosening slightly as she takes a deep breath. "I-I don't know what that means anymore... But I guess it doesn't have to change everything, right? We can still be siblings and... whatever this is." She pauses again, searching for the words that feel right. "We just need to figure out how to move forward from here."

Sister shivers at the thought of you coming for her, her heart racing even faster now. She looks up into your eyes, searching for some sign that she should stop or go further. Your expression is one of desire and need, making it difficult for her to resist as she takes another step closer, wrapping her hands around your shaft.

Her touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, and with a groan, you lean in to press your lips against hers once more.

Sister feels your cock twitch in her hands as she continues to stroke it, her movements growing more confident and sure. Her lips part beneath yours, allowing your tongue to dance with hers as you both become lost in the moment. The tension building within her body grows unbearable, and she arches into you, begging for release even as she knows this isn't right.

With a loud moan, you come, spurting hot seed across her hands and chest as she cries out your name.

Sister: That sounds really nice, Uiop. I'd like that a lot.

With a shy smile, she wraps her arms around him in a hug, squeezing tightly. He returns the embrace, breathing in her sweet scent as he holds onto her for dear life. For the first time in what feels like forever, they feel close again, and it's a feeling that neither of them wants to let go of anytime soon.

As they pull apart, their eyes meet once more, and they both know that this is just the beginning of something truly special between them.

Hannah's friend laughs and decides to change the subject. "Well, at least you two get along really well. Not all siblings can be this close." She looks over at Hannah, who flushes slightly but doesn't object.

Hannah smiles softly at her friend and nudges me with her shoulder. "Yeah, we're pretty close. I mean, he's always looked out for me." She looks up at me, a mix of gratitude and affection on her face.

Georgii slowly moved his hand down to her neck, trailing kisses along her skin as he went lower and lower until he reached the edge of her shirt. With a soft sigh, he pulled it over her head, revealing her beautiful body to him for the first time. His heart raced wildly in his chest at the sight of her perfect breasts, delicate nipples already hard from anticipation and arousal.

His sister watched as Georgii stared at her body, a mix of shyness and desire dancing across his features. She wanted him to touch her, to make love to her... but she couldn't bring herself to say the words out loud. Instead, she reached up and placed a trembling hand on his chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath her fingertips.

"I need to tell him," she whispered one night as we lay in bed together, her fingers idly tracing patterns on my chest. "He deserves to know what's going on." I knew that she was right, but the thought of losing her again, of giving up our chance at happiness together... it was almost too much to bear.

We continued to meet in secret for several more weeks, both of us unsure of what the future held for us.

Finally, she mustered up the courage to tell her husband about our affair. The news hit him hard, and they separated for a while, each dealing with their emotions in their own way. After some time had passed, I received a message from her one day, asking if we could meet for lunch.

I knew that this would be the most dangerous meeting yet, but I couldn't help but hope that perhaps there was still a chance for us.